#demon dean

Yes!

Three main things actually:

"demon dean was allowing himself to be truly gay (unlike human dean)"

"demon dean was stronger and more powerful than he's ever been because he was a demon"

Dean was being turned and manipulated by crowley. He was not strong when he was a demon. He had to struggle a lot to get out from Crowley's control. And he was really lonely. After he was turned human, he talks about how deeply ashamed he feels and how out of control he felt as a demon. Nothing about this arc is particularly empowering, sexually or otherwise. It's the deepest violation and his worst nightmare. He withstood like 30 yrs of torture to avoid something like this once! But now it's just happened to him. And he thanks Sam and Cas for saving him. He didn't like it. It was not good or freeing or fun.

(also human dean is already quite openly gay if you notice it. drowley and amara were arcs about manipulation and predatory forces, not romance or sex!)

"demon dean got to run away from his responsibilities during his demon arc"

like i said, it's not freedom of any kind, including from his parentification and responsibilities. it's kinda like saying Hell was a vacation. It was not. he was being isolated from his loved ones in order to manipulate him, yes, but that's not freedom. And demon dean seems to fear being turned back, and he knows his family would definitely not stand idly by when he's being violated like this. That's not freedom, but a trap!

SMUT smut SMUTT. demon! dean x female! reader. mark of cain lowkey gets treated like sex curse(?) if it's not your cup of tea, go drink coffee :) warnings: fingering, vulgar, using reader as a toy, physical hurt, lowkey abusive, dean does NOT care about comfort, objectification, prey-predator(ish), use of slut, whore etc. (affectionately) pussy inspection(sorta), orgasm denial, munch? demon! dean not proofread!

moon's note: DEMON! DEAN TREAT ME LIKE A SEX TOY, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS. does this count as a drabble :)

truly just think about demon! dean. he is crude, vial, REPUGNANT. but some sick, needy, unfulfilled part of you still keeps coming back.

coming back for the insults, the harsh words. the torture but the underlying greedy nature of it all. he is harsh. but under that your mind cooks up some softness. his rude statements? they are just indications of who you belong to. you are HIS after all. "my horny slut" "my needy whore." "you are just begging for me to slap you." "you like being owned huh? like being handled?"

tight controlled slaps across your face, ass, thighs, stomach... just about anywhere. demon! dean just needs flesh and to hear you moan out of pain or pleasure. the line tends to blur. the mark deserves some credit because human! dean might hesitate a bit, to smack the person he is having sex with. or treat them like an end to his own pleasure. human! dean sort of cares about the aftermath. but demon! dean thoroughly enjoys the process. the low gasps. the terror in your eyes when he sees you as nothing but a feeble, fragile animal. his hands itching to just get to your actual purpose, an outlet to his horrid feelings of rage.

it is like second nature to him now. he does not care if your eyes are spilling out salty tears, because to him the only thing worth checking for wetness is your pussy. and your heated core tells a different story. leaky, gushing, tiny droplets, coating the skin. and when his warm hands spread the fold, your cunt squeezes out more of the salty juices. i mean your arousal is just pouring out with nothing to stop it.

and he takes some sort of mean pity on you. pats your pussy lips, sort of like keeping your cunt awake. light smacks, nothing hard enough to bruise...yet. for that he will take his time. now? he is feeling generous because you took his spanking and crude words in spirit. demon! dean is gracious out of his own selfish nature.

his thick fingers aimed at creating more space in your vagina than required. this is his personal enjoyment, his personal tv broadcast of lewd desires. he watches as his fingers slowly split you open, reaching carefully, assessing the warmth, the tightness. its slippery but the suction is just delicious. but he also knows his darling bitch is just an orgasm away from passing out. so he SLOWS his pace. because you don't get to orgasm before he is satisfied. curling and gripping. curling to reach that exact spongy spot that he knows like the back of his hands. his other hand scooping some of the wetness from the hole, sliding it across the clit. and he starts to roll. his fingers inside, massaging in circles, and his other fingers outside following the rhythm on your clit. it is almost like an out of body experience for you. your eyes rolls back to shut tight. but all HE cares about is your pussy whimpering. his mouth close enough to blow cool air onto your exposed centre. and he sees you. shivering, trembling. your thighs going rigid. your back arching away, yet trying to grind into his hands. and dean sees your hunger and he notices his own burning arm. the curse, the desire, the heat making him feel like a hungry, uncontrollable beast.

and at an attempt to almost talk to your clenching cunt, he dives down, lapping at the clit, some soft licks, a harsh suck here and there. it's up to him honestly. for him this is HIS meal. your are the prey. and he is going to take his OWN sweet time, making you whine, and moan and tremble. he does it for the love of the game. his fingers leave your hole and find to rest the palm on your stomach. but he is lapping at your cunt like there is no tomorrow. well... there isn't. or that is what his depraved mind tells him. so right now? his only sense of purpose is ripping out the unforgettable nature of moans and voices from you. holding you in place as his mouth seems to suck your soul out of your pussy. his mouth aimed at slurping your arousal. the noise, so vulgar and loud. his guttural moans. this deep rumble of his voice vibrates through you as your hands weakly hold his hair. his face rubbing on your pussy side to side. using his nose to carefully but brutally rub your clit. it is almost as is he is having a nasty makeout session with you downstairs. his teeth slowly scraping at the outer fleshy lips. small uncharacteristic soft kisses all over. and then he gets back to devouring. your breathy gasps feed his ears as he continues to shift his jaw, his tongue up and down your vagina. his tongue rubs circles on your swollen clit and then lodges itself into your gaping hole. and dean physically sighs, his shoulders relaxing as if he found elixir.

like am i saying i would 100% let him slice me up as he RAILS me to the ends of earth

the stale logic being: two negatives make a positive, we fight a sin with another sin, simple.

I don't make the rules. if you write a fic about Soul Survivor, this is the image you use.

That being said:

New installment to the crossroads gap-filler series. and boy-howdy do gaps get filled in this one.

did we need to fill gaps in this episode? i mean. there's some time where angel cas and demon dean are in a room and we didn't see it and like, that's enough for me.

-🥀

ohhhhhhh…. well yes!!!!!! also… i love your brain

demon dean x female reader, fauxcest

before the mark, dean was really sweet. he could be mean, sure. could smack you around. could punish you. but he cuddled you, fed you, bathed you.

demon dean does that too, in a way.

when you misbehaved on a hunt before, he used to take you into the motel room. say a few harsh words. kiss you. fuck you while you begged for it.

now, he pins you down immediately. no preparation. no cooing. just a sharp crack against your face as you sob, slotting into you without any of his warmth. “you wanted to fuck with dad, huh? wanted to make me mess up out there?”

you try to shake your head no, but it is no use. you try to cling to him, desperate for the warmth that used to come so easy. the most you get is a possessive kiss on the head. “sometimes, little girls gotta hurt to realize what not to do. ain’t that right?” you nod. anything to get him to go a little easier on you. he smacks you again. “atta girl. she’s gonna show dad some respect, now.”

after, when you’re leaking and full of him, he doesn’t clean you like he would’ve before. he lets it slide out of you. you try to whimper. “dad…” that always used to work. “daddy.” dean laughs. warms a bottle, like he always does. it doesn’t taste the same. it used to taste clean. now, the milk is sweeter. he presses the nipple to your mouth. “drink up, baby.”

you start to sob, shoulders shaking. he kisses your forehead. “hush… good girl. don’t be too loud. you just drink your bottle. daddy’ll take care of you.” you are out cold after that.

when you wake, he is dressing. you are dirtier than before. cum on your stomach, in your hair, still between your thighs. you try to push yourself up. you cry out. “poor baby. that pussy really took a beating, didn’t it?” you grab at his back. “i gotta go out now, baby. so daddy’s gonna give you another bottle, okay? don’t fight it.” you know what happens if you fight it.